[He smiles wryly at the quip. This is serious, but he's not worried. He's done this before, after all, under more ... uncomfortable circumstances. At least this time, he's not afraid of losing his best friend.
Still, it's not a conversation he enjoys having. He takes a deep breath.]
I look like Besithia because he created me.
[He lets the bracelet drop and holds out his hand, palm down, so the bar code etched over his wrist is fully visible.]
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Still, it's not a conversation he enjoys having. He takes a deep breath.]
I look like Besithia because he created me.
[He lets the bracelet drop and holds out his hand, palm down, so the bar code etched over his wrist is fully visible.]
I'm a clone.